Song of Durin (Complete Edition) Clamavi De Profundis
Tekst piosenki i chwyty na gitarę
b
Cis
Gis
b
The world was
Gis
young, the Cis
mountains Fis
greenNo stain yet
f
on the Moon was b
seenNo words were
Gis
laid on stream or Cis
stoneWhen
Fis
Durin Gis
woke and walked ab
loneHe named the nameless
Fis
hills and Gis
dellsHe
b
drank from Cis
yet uFis
ntasCis
ted Gis
wellsHe
Fis
stooped and b
looked in Cis
MirrorGis
mereAnd
dis
saw a Cis
crown of Fis
stars apGis
pearAs
b
gems uGis
pon a Cis
silver Fis
threadAbove the
f
shadows of his b
headThe world was
Gis
fair, the Cis
mountains Fis
tallIn Elder
f
Days before the b
fallOf mighty
Gis
kings in Nargodis
throndAnd
Cis
Gondob
lin, who now beGis
yondThe
b
Western Fis
Seas have Gis
passed aCis
wayThe
dis
world was fair in Gis
Durin's b
DayA
b
king he Fis
was on Cis
carven Gis
throneIn
Cis
many-Gis
pillared Fis
halls of Gis
stoneWith
b
golden Fis
roof and b
silver Cis
floorAnd
Fis
runes of Cis
power ub
pon the Gis
doorThe
b
light of Fis
sun and Cis
star and Gis
moonIn
dis
shining Fis
lamps of b
crystal Gis
hewnUn
b
dimmed by Gis
cloud or Cis
shade of Fis
nightThere shone for
f
ever fair and b
brightThere
b
hammer Fis
on the Cis
anvil Gis
smoteThere
b
chisel Fis
clove, and Cis
graver Gis
wroteThere
b
forged was Fis
blade, and b
bound was Cis
hiltThe
Fis
delver Cis
mined, the b
mason Gis
builtThere
b
beryl, Fis
pearl, and Cis
opal Gis
paleAnd
dis
metal Fis
wrought like b
fishes' Gis
mailb
Buckler and Gis
corslet, Cis
axe and Fis
swordAnd shining
f
spears were laid in b
hoardFis
Gis
Un
Fis
wearied Cis
then were dis
Durin's f
folkBe
b
neath the Cis
mountains Fis
music Gis
wokeThe
b
harpers Gis
harped, the Cis
minstrels Fis
sangAnd at the
f
gates the trumpets b
rangThe world is
Gis
grey, the Cis
mountains Fis
oldThe forge's
f
fire is ashen-b
coldNo harp is
Gis
wrung, no hammer Cis
fallsThe
Fis
darkness Gis
dwells in Durin's b
hallsThe shadow lies u
dis
pon his Gis
tombIn
b
MoriCis
a, in Fis
Khazad-Gis
dûm.But
Fis
still the b
sunken Cis
stars apGis
pearIn
dis
dark and Cis
windless Fis
MirrorGis
mereThere
b
lies his Gis
crown in Cis
water dis
deepTill
Fis
Durin f
wakes again from B
sleep